Some of my regular visitors (like you Oldegg!) may feel they've read this before. Well, you are right; I wrote it a couple of years ago, and here it is again!
Once upon a time there was a little girl called Felicia who dreamed of being a fairy. A picture of innocence. A little pointy pink dress of satin and lace. Wrinkled sparkly white leggings and silver ballet shoes. A garland sitting lop-sided on top of a stack of golden hair. Her arms flying this way and that as she struggled to put on a pair of translucent wings.
Wriggling from side to side she heaved up her leggings then straightened her headgear. She picked up her wand, adjusted the glittery star on the end, and she was ready to go! “There are spells to perform, happiness to give out and wishes to grant!” she called.
Falicia the fairy tip-toed out into fairyland. Thomas the ginger tom casted a wary glance in her direction as she tottered across the lawn toward him. He sat unconcerned as she tapped him gently on the head with her wand, then bent to stroke his sun-warmed glossy back.
Little Freddy pulled a quizzical face as a fairy which looked very much like his sister, wandered over to his play pen. She reached into her pocket and scattered a handful of glitter over his head. Freddy cried. Felicia wandered off in search of a more appreciative audience. She was certain that when she grew up she would become a real fairy and then he wouldn't cry.
Twenty years have passed and Felicia is ‘something in the city’. She is successful. People come to her with their dreams of wealth and she grants their wishes. Her stardust is now signatures on share documents. Her fairy land is the stock exchange.
But in those quiet moments she is still that little pink fairy from her childhood; in those quiet moments when she drifts away and imagines herself flitting from flower to flower in a magic garden. When she sleeps she wears a smile as she swings from a rainbow and plays ring-a-ring-a-roses with the butterflies.
But she knows it will never be. She tells herself she was stupid to have ever believed it. The kids that teased her were right.
A tiny fairy hovered outside her office window. Felicia turned her head, smiled. It darted off and a dozen pink rose petals floated down from the sky.
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